Taking the bitter with the sweet

Find an excuse to go

Since Jane’s wedding was in Tarrytown, my smart boyfriend thought it would be a good idea to make a detour to Blue Hill at Stone Barns nearby for a cocktail before the ceremonies.

Prettiest bar, ever

I’ll just let the pictures do the talking. Everything tasted as good as they look.

cocktail made with Seville oranges

And I never thought ramps could look so…imbibe-able?

Pickled ramp martini

No full-on meal, but we did dig into the bread with an appetizer we got, and this ain’t no ordinary spongey white bread in a basket. It was potato-onion, yeasty and pillowy in the middle with a crust that reminded me of that scene from “Ratatouille” when Colette shows Linguini what bread is supposed to sound like, and you’d of course leave it to Blue Hill to serve it perfectly warm out of the oven, with butter that’s not rock-hard.

This was just at the bar. I don’t know what awaits in the dining room here (though I do remember a dinner years ago at the Blue Hill in Manhattan being excellent), but my guess is that it’s probably something like a mind blow. Save up and reserve waaaay ahead.